Hello! This short book (3k words) is inspired by our boys' recent JP comeback, this is something I wrote out of boredom during a road-trip so please enjoy <3
Warnings-This book includes:
Stalking
Non-con pictures
Mentions of Non-con Sex
Non-con touching
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Changbin, a famous producer and soloist in the k-pop industry, slept soundly in his bed, his warm white sweater hugging him tightly and the blankets warmly covering his buff body. He snored away softly and the rain pattered sweetly but suddenly, a white flash struck loudly.
Startled, he immediately shot up from his bed and the blankets falling off of him; the cold air engulfed him almost immediately. A crew of at least seven people surrounded him with fancy camera gadgets in their hands.
He sat wide eyed, unmoving, shock consuming his shaking body. Flinching at the bright and suddenly flashes, Changbin felt panic race up his spine.
He was used to fans invading his privacy, instances where he was followed into his private gym or when he was told inappropriate things during fan meets but this? On another level horrifying. The camera's continued to flash in his face, some guy taller than him, slimmer than him, probably older than him began ordering around the cameramen in silence.
"S-stop, please" he whispered, no one listened.
"Get out, let me rest" Changbin felt salty tears fall down his cheeks, his voice was as audible as a voice at a club.
...
Jisung woke up. His eyes snapped open only to be met with the same pair of eyes. What? Where was he? No, actually, who was he? Heavy chains settled around his body, loosely wrapped around him. What happened?
He felt a sudden shiver run up his spine, it was cold, really cold. The loose, white and thin sweatshirt didn't help either. He stayed sitting on the floor, looking around only to see even more mirrors. Confused as ever, he got on his knees, moving forward to touch his reflection but he couldn't. Instead, his hands sank into the mirror, another hand extending out from the mirror next to him.
Horrified, he pulled his hands back. No, it wasn't because he literally could not touch a mirror that scared him, it was the hand. Maybe it wasn't even a hand, it was green, with red gory cuts scattered across it, the nails were almost claws too.
Jisung shuffled himself away from all the mirrors, back into the middle of the small room. He wondered if all the other mirrors were like that. Actually no, he didn't want to know.
Jisung looked at the floor. He didn't want to stare at himself anymore, it felt like the eyes were mocking him.
What? He looked at the floor around him, there was no longer a middle. He was just there, the mirrors pressed up against his personal face. Holy shit, the walls were closing in on him.
Terrified but he couldn't do anything, just shake his head, panic, and hug his knees. You can't blame him, he doesn't even know his own name.
A question that still hadn't been answered stayed unanswered.
...
Minho hated sleeping. He did everything to avoid it. The boy would work late at his dance studio, his excuse would be that he was working on a new choreography that no one could see yet but the truth was that he spent countless nights scrolling on his phone while sitting on the floor of the studio.
